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[cathalbravecog]

Who up snorfin they snorf

[jerek]

dream journal post approximation of orin based on orins orinposting in spinoff gow game where faye lived instead of kratos. faye was more beefy and had darker red hair. in fact girl im pretty sure that was aloy. freya (probably) also there. two female main characters and son boy allowed. he disappears halfway thru and we find out after orin kills her shit ass dad (she had kind of a titan watcher maiden look before, then went bhaalist beast mode, also had a cool stoneform) for killing her mom via turning her into a little rock statue and smashing her on the ground (lore incorrect, this is a lexapro dream) that atreus is alive. but first we get a cool sequence of orin climbing her hanging clones out of the boss fight chamber. does not try to kill faye and freya* (*might not be freya. skadi or valkyrie. lore incorrect) but we find out atreus has basically had part of his soul j'fucked up by orins shit ass dad in the attempt to preserve and in the future bhaalify him. and so hes turned basically into a doll with canned string pull responses and no memory except like 5 scattered from early childhood up thru the first norse gow.) harrowing scene of faye on her knees asking loki how old he is. and he's like "2 and a half 😶"

[arsonisticartichokes]

Hehe KiriDeku date AU :D

[gojosbf]

when they said

he said

ladies gentlemen and my non binary pals, once again I am here to remind you why yuji will always be the protagonist and our best boy.

the way it did not even take him 5 secs to recognise her. and he doesn't care. he's just like oh hi <3 I LOVE HIM

[shiresome]

HIII which MK character were you expecting me to come back with first and was it Motaro or Kintaro as a baby

@meatgrinderminefield THANK YOU FOR THE IDEA OF SHAO KAHN GIVING HIM TO KITANA i owe it all to you

Commissions

[themalhambird]

@malkaleh : Mairon in Eregion for the crafting of the elven rings. I've fudged the time line a little so that Galadriel doesnt discover the truth about Halbrand till after the rings are made. Warning for Mairon being the usual levels of possessive , though at the moment it stays mostly in the privacy of his own mind. Also brief misinterpretation of Celebrimbor and Mirdania's relationship

The elven rings are finished, and Mairon is a little....something, about how little he was needed. He had planned a whole series of hints and nudges, instructions couched in suggestions that it would not be unreasonable for "Halbrand" to think of. But beyond the first push- the suggestion of alloys- Mairon was not needed. Fëonor's grandson had moved, as quick and confident as a river travelling from source to sea. And Mairon ought to be angry. He had intended, by Halbrand's helpful intersections, to worm a thread of himself into the jewellry- to ensnare the elves in a net they would not see drawing about them until it was far, far too late. But Fëonor's grandson- though he had talked Mairon (well, Halbrand, and the elven apprentices that clung about the Lord of Eregion as wasps to a pot of jam) through the lightning strokes of his process, asked for their thoughts and their conclusions, praised their insights, corrected their misteps with a gentle ferreting out of where their thought process had led them astray and helping them to learn, to improve,  to flourish in their understanding-

He teaches like Aulë. He shines with the same joy of it. The realisation steals upon him, quite incongruously, in a blink of Mairon's eye. In the same moment, the Lord of Eregion ceases to be Fëonor's grandson, a means to Mairon's own ends, but Celebrimbor- a jewel as brilliant as the Simirils themselves in his own right.

And so the...something that he feels, when the rings are finished, with Celebrimbor allowing no hand but his own to do the actual crafting and therefore ruining Mairon's back up plan of simply dashing a little of his blood into the workings of Celebrimbor's own magics- the something is....joy. Against all expectation, he has found, here, someone else who understands the beauty, the majesty, the order of creation exactly as Mairon does.

There is a feast to celebrate, in the aftermath, and Mairon indulges in the opportunity to speak with Melian's decedant- as fair as she was, though more shy- he demures at Halbrand's good natured questions and is drawn away, by a group of chittering, elfling brats who will not allow him peace, to speak nonsense of trolls and dwarf princes-

But there is Galadriel, his shining lady of light- she who would make a king of him. He will make a queen of her, in time, he thinks- asking her for a dance, and she takes his hand, but there is- something. She is reserved- distanced- troubled by something...her perceived duty, Mairon supposes, and Halbrand says -"I wager you think this a waste of time. You would be off as soon as possible, to carry the rings to your people?" He twirls her beneath his arm, and her face , as she turns back towards him, is a careful frown.

"Not quite," she says. "There is something yet I must attend to."

She excuses herself soon after. Mairon will have her high King's precious head, he who threw her away and now works her so that she cannot indulge even in a moment's triumph.

He looks around for Celebrimbor and-

Cannot see him.

When it becomes clear that the smith is not at his own feast, Halbrand makes for the forge. He wonders if, perhaps, Celebrimbor is more like Fëonor than Mairon has yet perceived- alike him in temperament as well as in skill. If he is sitting with his treasures, staring at the three, growing ever more reluctant to part with them- then maybe, Mairon's hopes of divisions amongst the elves may yet bear fruit- another civil war, another kinslaying-

Celebrimbor is in the forge. He is not hoarding his rings. He is stretched out on the plush sofa that stands there, his head in the lap of one of his apprentices- Mirdania, is her name. There is a plate of food, half picked at, left to one side on the floor; she has a book balanced open on the sofa's arm. She reads. Celebrimbor sleeps, his head on her lap, his face lined with hitherto unnoticed exhaustion. It is a private, domestic scene.

Marion burns with jealousy.

The she-elf looks up and smiles at his approach. "Halbrand," she says softly. "Welcome." She must see something in the way his eyes flit between her and her sleeping lord, because she smiles with wry fondness.

"Every time," she says. "He will arrange a celebration to mark the success of a large product- then delay his attendance with finishing notes, and cleaning up, and then when everything is finally done the lack of rest hits him and he will fall asleep wherever he happens to he standing when it comes. Last time we found him curled up on the anvil. But this has been-" something flitters across her face; she seems to struggle to find the words. "A lot," she says finally, and behind Halbrand's polite attention, Marion scoffs at the girl's inadequacy. "I was worried he might fall somewhere before the forge was made safe. So i brought him food and bade him sit."

She bade him. Marion burns

Halbrand affects a smile and a raising eyebrow. "Are you and he....?"

The elf frowns, and then- a quick progression of horror, amsuement- she is half gasping with shock, half laughing, as she says: "No- Valar no, Halbrand-" She wrests control of her idiotic mirth and says: "I have not parents. Kind were the elves who raised me, but they had many such charges, and often I escaped their watch to where I willed. And often did the Lord of Eregion find me on wanderings of his own. He treated me then with all the kindness of an indulgent uncle towards a favourite neice- and the remembering of it still grants me certain privileges now I am grown. Please, return to the feast-your friend is in good hands and will be upset if he thinks both of us missed it for care of him"

She speaks so casually of it- Celebrimbor's favour; boasts of what rights it gives her. And what is her thanks to him? A plate of scraps- she does not even steer him to his own bed that he might rest in comfort. And it is clear from the way she returns to her book that she is dismissing him- she, dismissing him- he who-

Mairon leaves, lest he turn his jewel's pillow to ash beneath his head. 

[anxiously-sidequesting]

I think the most hilarious part about Belladonna Crisp is that she swears up and down that her academy is better than Ravenwood when we have the wizard equivalent of God just chilling right smack dab in the middle of the walkway

[vonlipvig]

started reading the half-life of valery k--so far so good--, and it did something that i really appreciate in books, which is telling us early on those physical characteristics of the main character that the author considers pertinent to know. chapter one, and boom, he looks in a mirror, hair is red. good! that's good to know! because if you had told me he was a redhead any later than chapter one i would have thrown my kindle into outer space. this is an author that cares for their readers.

[quelmdn]

We're happy to announce that December mail will have special perks! 💌🌟

Beyond the postcard prints, bonus sticker and buttons pins, this month's letter will have a handmade new year paper decoration (by mom and I) and a wood charm of Shen Qingqiu 💚

All the info here!

Thank you for the support! 💖

[altruistic-meme]

i hate being an adult but i hated being a teenager. let me be like 5 years old again.

[chatdae]

love how the older skaters in the senior division give Yurio encouragement and that each time it pisses Yurio off. JJ is intentionally condescending so that makes sense, but with Viktor and Yuuri they're not even being condescending. Yurio's just dialed in on being a hater... and i love that for him <3

[clearancecreedwatersurvival]

It is absolutely ESSENTIAL to the sports anime format to have At Least one (1) child prodigy with Issues™️ and terrible social skills.

[syn4k]

im experiencing emotions this evening so i made an important message for every single person who has ever hesitated before thinking about creating something due to their perceived or actual level of technical skill relating to the medium

[yaoiconnoisseur]

i did some fucking around with a random limited palette and found out

[chmyri]

OH MY FUCKING GOD I THOUGHT FOR SURE ICE ADOLESCENCE WAS CANNED, THIS IS LITERALLY CRUMBS BUT I'LL FUCKING TAKE IT, look i watched yuri on ice when it was airing, i was 11 and it fucking changed my life, it's a very important show to me personally I'VE WAITED 7 YEARS AND I'M PREPARED TO WAIT MORE, I DON'T CARE IF EVERYBODY ELSE GAVE UP ON THIS MOVIE RELEASING I DON'T CARE THAT NOT THAT MANY PEOPLE CARE FOR THE FRANCHISE ANYMORE I DON'T FUCKING CARE!! I'M PUTTING MY FULL FAITH INTO THIS MOVIE UNTIL IT RELEASES OR IT'S OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED TO BE DEAD

[nintendont2502]

gotta say. I have never once cared about dirkhal as a concept. I'm glad yall are having fun but I'm just entirely neutral on the ship and probably always will be

that being said every time i see a new conceptofjoy dirkhal post it's like facing down a huge fuck off tiger (hyperfixation) and knowing that if there wasn't this huge wall of glass between us (my apparent immunity to dirkhal as a concept) it'd absolutely tear me to shreds (hyperfixation). insane shit. I love it